After the horses came the bulls. This was just for fun, there were no bulls harmed during this event and, in fact, there was far more likelihood that one of the crazy kids in the ring would be injured than the bulls but they all fared well and everyone left all in one piece.
Ah, poor Ferdinand. If have no idea what his name really was or if he had a name at all, but he was Ferdinand to me.
There were two kinds of people sparring with the bulls--guys like these who had capes and were officially sanctioned to be here and the less formal ones (coming up). It took at least 10 minutes to get the bull worked up enough to be willing to charge the capes but once he got the hang of it, he did just fine.
There were young men hanging around the edges of the arena, some very young (like ages in the upper single digits) but they all managed to escape injury as well.
This "observer" got a little too far out into the ring when the bull discovered him and decided this looked like it might be fun even without a cape to chase.
He made it by the skin of his teeth.
I think this may be the most beautiful shot of the day. Too bad the shadows eat up so much of it. This wasn't even one of the official matadors. Maybe next year he will be.
RUN! He made it, too, but it was a near thing.
The bulls were as much comic relief as anything else. I enjoyed it and look forward to it again next year.
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